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... e all data in the game.

However, under the 100% simulation of Game of Gods, they all seemed real.

These people had their own names and thoughts.

They had interpersonal relationships and their own preferences.

In a way, they were living people. However, they lived in the game and not in the real world.

It would be impossible for Occam to stand by and watch so many innocent humans being killed by demonic creatures.

Although he was lazy, he had his ow ...

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